Introvert nightmare.

[an_fhanai]

Our front door has turned into one of the revolving variety for the past couple of weeks. House guests liekwoa. I love having friends and family come to visit. I do. I just like having a bit of time to recover between barrages. This morning, my house had thirteen people in it. Only three were male. Only four were adults. Our home is not large. I decided to make pancakes. Why? I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

To everyone I owe emails, PMs or comments to, I plead brain fail. Responses will be sent posthaste, just as soon as I get some sleep and attend to the disaster area that is my kitchen.

They were kickass pancakes, btw.